“ Your lips, my bride, drip honey; Honey and milk are under your tongue, And the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
شَفَتاكِ تَقطُرانِ شَهْداً، يا عَرُوسِي. وَتَحتَ لِسانِكِ عَسَلٌ وَحَلِيبٌ. شَذا ثِيابِكِ كَشَذا أرزِ لُبنانَ.
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